Then shots were fired, everyone shooting at each other, making me scream. Then, i was pulled by someone, realizing it was Daryl, and how close we were, we stared in each other eyes for a moment, our warm breaths hitting each other mouths. His arm was still stretched out with the gun in his hand.
He then gestured some of his men to take me away, making me scream for my dad. "Let go of me!" I tried pulling away from them, but obviously they were stronger. They pushed me in a car, taking me away somewhere.
All i could think of was my dad, was he okay? Are they gonna kill him? Why didn't he tell me about this? Was mom involved?
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I woke up, not knowing where i was and not remembering anything. It took me a while before realizing stuff, and then it hit me what happened yesterday. Out of shock, i tried getting up but i was tied up to a chair in a living room it seems, trying to get out of the chair. I struggled and struggled but eventually gave up. My mouth was taped too.
Really, was it THAT necessary?!
I groaned, my body stiffening in an instant when i heard that same voice from yesterday..
Daryl.
"Struggling?" He asked sarcastically, making me a little angry. I looked at him, he was sitting in a fancy looking chair with his leg crossed over the other, his elbows rested on the arm rests and his fingers intertwined.
Handsome.. no, wait, what are you thinking, Océane!
I tried talking, but obviously it didn't work, making me look like a whole fool. Why was i trying anyway? My life has come to an end. And at that point, i gave up, not even trying to get out of the chair anymore.
Suddenly, Daryl got up out of his seat. Walking towards me and bending so our faces were on the same level, now removing the tape from my face.
He was being gentle.
I didn't even bother screaming or yelling or anything else, i was lost in his eyes. It was something about them that made me feel like there was a huge story behind them.
They were so beautiful..
"Your dad is fine. He's somewhere else in this building. Stop worrying." Daryl said without any emotion, eyes still locked on mine.
I let out a sigh of relief, not knowing what to say to him. "Are you.. gonna kill him?" I asked Daryl, scared of what his answer would be. "I don't know yet, ms. Amor." He replied to my question. I could feel him study my facial features, it made me feel insecure. Surely a man like him has plenty of pretty girls around him, and i'm nothing compared to them.
I looked at my feet, who thankfully weren't tied up. If they were i would not be able to kick anyone who tried to hurt me. Well, there wouldn't be much use but at least it would help a little bit.
Suddenly, Daryl slowly leaned into my face, makig me look up at him slowly, out of curiousity.
What is he doing?
Before i could say anything, there were knocks on the door, making me and Daryl turn our postures into normal. He stood back up really fast. But why did i kinda want him to kiss me?
A woman in a red expensive, revealing looking dress and a few men in expensive suits appeared, but i couldn't stop focusing on the woman. She was leaning on Daryl, kissing him all over. The woman was so pretty, everything about her was perfect.
I watched them all talk about stuff, but obviously i couldn't hear because they were talking low and were on the other side of the room. I wondered what they were talking about, as i tried untying my hands.
